Emperor Wu Su acted as if he hadn't noticed Wei Ting's loss of composure. He tossed the long spear to his deputy general, Feng Xiang, and said, "You all carry on," before striding down from the high platform.
Feng Xiang placed the long spear back on the weapon rack. When he turned around, he saw Wei Ting standing with a ramrod-straight back, his eyes fixed on the Emperor's retreating figure.
He couldn't help but ask with concern, "General Wei?"
Wei Ting grunted in acknowledgment, but his gaze remained fixed.
Feng Xiang said, "General, are you feeling unwell? If so, you should go back and rest early. The war with Xijin will resume any day now. Beili doesn't have many generals who can lead troops, so you must take care of yourself."
Seeing Wei Ting remain silent and unresponsive, his usually smiling lips were now pressed into a tight, thin line.
Feng Xiang followed Wei Ting's gaze and let out a sharp hiss of breath.
